The shelf was much heavier than it looked. Everyone had to work together just to move it. The Fatty had expected to find a secret door beneath it, like in a TV show or movie, but all they found was more cold, hard tile.
They tapped on it with an object, but there was no hollow sound.
Luo Tianhe crouched down, leaning low as he picked at the gaps between the tiles. Before long, he had managed to dig something out.
It looked like dirt, but it was dark red.
When he brought it close to his nose, he smelled a strong stench of blood.
"This is..." Everyone instinctively looked at Luo Tianhe.
He stared at the red dirt in his hand, his expression unusually dark. After a long pause, he finally spoke. "It's grave soil, and an especially unusual kind."
Yuan Shanyuan said gravely, "It's from a Blood Corpse Tomb. According to legend, only grave soil from a place like that carries such a strong smell of blood."
Luo Tianhe said nothing, seemingly accepting Yuan Shanyuan's conclusion.
He looked up and inspected the wooden shelf. Yuan Shanyuan wore a strange expression. "No wonder they used old coffin wood to make the shelf. Ordinary locust or willow wood wouldn't be able to suppress something this evil."
Luo Tianhe drew a deep breath and looked toward the door, his words laden with meaning. "Even old coffin wood can't suppress something this evil. I've only heard of Blood Corpse Tombs; I've never seen one. The stories say anyone who sees one becomes entangled in its resentment and cursed with bad luck. Nine out of ten don't survive, and anyone who enters the tomb is doomed to die."
"What we don't know is what incredible thing these people managed to bring out of